WARNING: THIS FAN-FIC CONTAINS INTENSE GORE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
My friends sat in the back of my cart as I walked it down an icy road through the mountains, somewhere in Maceponia. We were on vacation; just three friends, spending a week touring across Maceponia in my new second-hand Marezda. My name was Anomal. I was 21 and had just spent three years in Ponyversity before failing to get my Bachelors Degree in Newponian Physics for the last time. I dropped out of college, found work as a builder and managed to save enough money to go to Maceponia with my two closest friends.
One of my other friends, sitting at the front of the cart directly behind me as I pulled it along, was Marey. She was 22, wore thick-rimmed glasses and was always complaining about how cold it was here in Maceponia at this time of year. She was an earth pony from Ponyville and just like me, had dropped out of Ponyversity and gotten a job to help fund the holiday we were having now. She was far from exuberant, and tended to be very timid, especially around people she hadn’t met before.
Lastly, there was Synops. His dark brown fur brought out his blue-black eyes and mane, and he always had a confident nature about him. He was 20 and I’d known him since I was ten. He always kept his cool, even when a normal pony would have screamed or cowered in fear. Like for example, one time when we were seventeen and sixteen and were hiking in the woods near our hometown together, we encountered a bear. The bear charged us, but he distracted it so I could leave before stabbing it in the eye with a stick he found on the ground. I’d never seen such courage.
I was pulling the cart along the dark, desolate road, while Synops and Marey sat in the back.
“So, we should arrive in Somarelia by 7am. My uncle Harry Hooves will meet us at the local pub at about 7:30am” Marey said as she fumbled with a map.
I groaned.
“I’ve been walking all day and now I have to walk all night to?!”
“It’s only about another 6 hours” Marey told me.
“Only?” I said. “Fuck this. Synops, you wanna start pulling this cart?”
“Yeah, sure” he said, lifting his head from a magazine he’d bought back in Arponia.
I pulled over next to some tall trees on the side of the desolate road. I got out of the straps holding me to the cart as Synops climbed out and got into them. I climbed into the back of the cart and lay down as Synops pulled away.
“Be careful with my cart” I warned Synops. “Those roads are slippery and there’s a lot of potholes. Plus it’s dark as hell out there”.
“That’s why we have headlights” he grinned as he rounded a corner.
I breathed deeply and tried to relax as much as possible in the small back-end of the cart.
After less than a minute, I heard Marey speak.
“Hey Synops, can you pull over, over there” she asked him.
“Why?” he asked.
“I need to pee. Won’t be a minute” she said.
He pulled over. As soon as the cart came to a stop, she leapt out of the it and raced away.
“I can’t wait to get Somarelia. The roads on this mountain are annoying as fuck” I groaned.
He turned around to face me.
“Don’t worry, just sleep bro. Like you said, you walked all day. I’ll take it from here”.
“Thanks, mate” I smiled up at him.
“So what do you think of Maceponia?” he asked me.
I shrugged.
“I don’t think we chose the right time of year. Way too cold. But it’s not too bad. I mean, those mares back in Arponia were pretty hot”.
“They sure were” he grinned back.
After a few more minutes of talking about the hot mares in Arponia, Marey suddenly stepped back into the cart. She didn’t say a word, but just nodded at Synops as she closed the cart door.
Synops sped away down the winding road, occasionally walking over the odd speed bump, making it impossible for me to drift off to sleep. Eventually I just gave up on sleep and looked at the stars in the sky. They shone brightly and danced in the moonlight.
“Hey, I just thought, have we got any weed left?” I asked Marey and Synops.
“Oh, yeah I think we do, hang on” Marey replied.
She rummaged through the glove compartment and pulled out a reasonable sized bag of pot and a lighter, as well as some filter papers.
“Here you go” she said, passing them to me.
I rolled up a joint and was about to light up when Synops walked over a pothole for the umpteenth time. The pot all spilled out of the bag and went all over the floor of the hoof-well beside me.
“Damn it, pull over” I exclaimed angrily.
He slowly pulled over and I turned on the light in the cart. Synops got out of the straps that were used to pull the cart and started trying to clean up the weed with me. We almost jumped out of our skins when we heard one of the cart doors suddenly slam shut.
We both looked over to the side of the cart where Marey was sitting, but she was gone.
“What the hell?! Where’d she go?!?” Synops exclaimed in shock and confusion.
We both warily stepped out of the cart.
“Marey, where did you go?!” I yelled out.
Synops did the same, and yelled out for Marey. We got no reply.
“Should we search for her?” Synops asked me.
I slid my hooves through my mane and thought about it.
Where the hell did she go?!
“Yeah, just let me lock the cart”.
I jogged over to my Marezda and grabbed two torches out of the glove compartment before locking all the doors shut.
“Right, let’s stay together” I told Synops.
He nodded and we started walking down off the side of the road, into the neighbouring forest. It was creepy, but I felt good having a friend by my side.
We walked quickly through the forest, shouting out Marey’s name every few seconds. All we got in response was some Owls and a wolf howling in the distance.
“Where the fuck did she go? And why?!” I grunted irritably.
“Who knows? Maybe we should we call the police?” Synops suggested.
That thought hadn’t occurred to me.
“Good thinking, Synops” I smiled.
I started rummaging through my small bag until I reached my cell phone, but was annoyed to see that I had no service.
“Damn it, no service!” I said with gritted teeth.
“Probably should’ve seen that coming, up in these parts” Synops shrugged. “Lemme check mine”.
He rummaged through his own small bag until he pulled out his cell phone, but then gasped.
“Oh, Jesus Christ, it’s the same thing, isn’t it?” I said irritably.
He had a disturbed look on his face. He was speechless.
“What the hell’s wrong?” I asked him.
He was breathing anxiously as he handed his cell phone to me. I gasped in shock and started to gag when I saw what came up on the screen.
An anonymous number had texted Synops. That wasn’t freaky. The freaky part was what they’d texted him.
They’d texted him a picture of Marey, except she was naked and lay by some trees in a pool of blood, likely to be her own blood. The photo had clearly been taken somewhere in this forest. The most disturbing part was, her right eye was gouged out, her clitoris had been torn from her vagina and had been stuffed into her empty eye socket.
Her remaining eye was full of immense fear, and all of her fingers were bent in inhumane directions, her wrists looked like they’d been torn open and had fingernail scratches all over them as well as actual bits of fingernails sitting in her wounds, and her stomach had been slashed open.
My hand was trembling. I glanced at the time the picture was sent.
Fifteen minutes ago. Just ten minutes ago the three of us were still in the cart. That…that couldn’t be right?!
“Look at the time on it!” I gasped.
Synops looked disturbed, but he brought himself to look at the screen once again and also gasped in shock.
“She was still with us less than fifteen minutes ago!” he gasped nervously.
“Fuck, I’m freaking out! That can’t be right” I said anxiously. “That can’t be right”.
He took my phone and I watched the screen as he compared the time on his phone to times around the world, using an app he’d downloaded a few weeks ago.
“Fuck…” he gasped.
“The time on that text is right, then” I said anxiously.
I started freaking out. What the fuck was going on?!
“What should we do?” Synops said, looking anxious and surprisingly, struggling to keep his cool for once.
I couldn’t blame him; we had no idea what state Marey was in right now. She might even be dead.
“Try and call the police” I told him hurriedly.
“Right” he responded.
The surrounding wood was pitch black, and the only audible noises were the crickets scattered around us and the leaves crunching under our sneakers. I leant up against a large oak tree and tried to get my head around that picture.
“I’ve got service!” Synops yelped with glee.
My face erupted into a big smile, despite the gravity of the situation.
“Great. Now call the police” I said.
He dialled in the number and put the phone up to his ear. He looked uncertain for a moment, but then half-smiled.
“Hey, I need police” he said rapidly. “I’m on the mountains up near-“
He stopped unexpectedly.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him, feeling confused.
He had this highly disbelieving and confused look on his face.
“Shit’s just getting more fucked up” he grunted as he slid his phone shut.
“What happened? Why did you hang up?”
He slid his hooves through his mane and let out a deep breath.
“Doesn’t matter. Some weirdo picked up and was saying some messed up stuff. Let’s just get back to searching” he said. “Marey’s life might be in danger”.
I nodded and with that, we set off again, deeper into the woods.
We jogged at first, shouting Marey’s name every few seconds, but after about ten minutes we slowed down to a walk as the terrain was starting to get softer and we needed to be more careful with where we stepped. Eventually, we were trekking through mud. My hooves very quickly became covered in the stuff.
“Maybe we should turn back. I doubt she would’ve galloped through mud” I suggested. “She’s a clean freak”.
“You’re right, but nothing else seems to be right tonight” Synops responded.
I sighed.
“So what do you propose we do, Synops? Our friend’s done a runner into the woods and we got a text of her mutilated body which was sent when she was still with us. Less than half an hour ago I was about to enjoy a nice joint. Now we’re deep in the woods at almost 2am in the middle of a heap of mud” I said irritably.
“I don’t even fucking know what’s going on” he said, shaking his head. “Maybe the best thing we can do is go back to the cart, walk down the mountain as fast as possible and alert the forest rangers when we get there”.
“It’s not a good option” I said grimly. “But it’s the best option. Let’s go”.
We turned around and started trotting back to the cart. Every now and then we shouted out Marey’s name, in the slight chance we’d get a response, but inevitably no response came, other than some crickets and the odd owl. After almost half an hour of walking up a gentle slope back through the woods, we got back to my cart.
Synops got into the back as I went over to the front of it to get into the straps, but somebody had destroyed them.
“Oh, what the hell?!” I said irritably. “Someone’s destroyed the straps at the front!”
“Are you serious?!” Synops called out from in the cart.
“Yeah” I called back. “Right, hop out Synops. I guess we’re walking”.
He got out and I locked the doors shut once again. We casually walked down the road, shivering and attempting to ignore the cold. Earlier we were pumped with adrenaline, but now we were returning to normal and the cold of the night was beginning to get to us. But any effort was a futile effort to ward off the cold in these mountains at this time of year. It wasn’t snowing, but the ground was covered in frost. It softly crunched under our hooves as we wandered down the dark and seemingly endless road, all the while our surroundings perceived as being practically devoid of life except the near quiescent crickets in the trees.
Suddenly, we saw headlights up ahead! We both started jumping in the air wildly.
“Hey, over here!” I screamed out desperately.
The cart pulled over a few metres in front of us. We ran over and spoke to the stallion pulling it.
“There’s no time to explain” I said, not wanting to explain because I knew he’d think we were crazy. “Can you give us a ride down the mountain side?”
“Yeah, hop in” he said in a deep, croaky voice.
Synops and I both climbed into the back of his old, beaten up Marecedes-Benz.
“Thanks. We needed a ride” I told him. “See, we were going for a walk up here and our friend-“
“Ran off, didn’t they?” he interrupted.
I was shocked.
“How…how did you know?”
“Fucking hell!” he grunted. “Why did I have to be right? Look, I’m gonna drop you two off down here”.
“What?!” I gasped.
Synops and I exchanged a look of worry.
“Why?” Synops stammered.
“Argh, I don’t wanna do this” he groaned. “Look, there’s an old urban legend that states that if your mate suddenly leaves you while you’re travelling up this mountain, the best thing you can do, for their sake, is find them then leave and not interact with anypony until you’ve left the mountain. That’s all I’m gonna say, and I’m not getting involved with that shit”.
He stopped abruptly.
“Get out” he told us firmly.
“But…but…” I burbled.
“We need a ride” Synops pleaded.
“Find your friend, start running down the mountain side and you’ll be ok” he told us. “Or not. I can’t say for sure”.
We reluctantly got out of his cart and he sped away.
“Damn it!” I growled as I kicked a rock down the bank next to us.
“Fuck it, maybe we should go back to looking for her?” Synops suggested.
I shrugged.
“Yeah, why the fuck not?” I said irritably.
We carefully slid down the bank and walked across a shallow creek into the woods once again. We walked for almost an hour, shouting out Marey’s name about every ten seconds. It was tedious and hard to endure.
“Maybe we should go back to the cart and res-“
“Somepony, help!!”
“Fuck, did you hear that?!” Synops asked me.
“Yeah. Yeah I did” I said nervously. “Let’s check it out”.
We trekked through some moderately dense bush towards where we heard the voice. It was a mare, but it didn’t sound like Marey. Nonetheless, we felt it best to at least investigate it.
We almost reached a small clearing when we heard the same voice shout for help again. We peeked through a bush and saw, of all things, a pregnant mare lying on the ground. She was clearly in labour, but she’d also been stabbed in the back, just next to her cutie mark.
“The fuck?!” I gasped.
We were about to step out when suddenly, there was rustling in the bushes next to her. A stallion emerged, with a dead boar over his back. When he saw the mare, he dropped the boar and sprinted to her aid. At least, that’s what we thought he was doing…
I started to gag as I witnessed him shove his hoof into her wound, rip her kidney out of her back and eat it whole. He then went back to his boar and out of nowhere, threw it at the bush we were hiding in with incredible force.
We fell to the ground and within seconds, he was dragging both of us over to her. He pointed at me.
“Rape her stab wound! Now!” he screamed at me.
I was shocked and deeply confused.
“Wha…what?!?” I spluttered. “What the fuck?!?!”
“I’ll show you” he grunted.
He got down on his knees and did the sickest of things; he grabbed his penis with his hooves, then forcefully and ruthlessly inserted it into the mares stab wound in her lower back. He started to actually rape her stab wound, like it was her vagina or anus. I started gagging more than ever and was horrified.
I sat on the ground just a mere metre from the gruesome sight, petrified in horror.
It wasn’t over though. He ripped open her stomach with his bare hooves and pulled out the foetus, then rammed his penis down its throat, shattering it’s head and chest. The fluids that burst everywhere he proceeded to start licking off the ground.
I recoiled in horror, as did Synops.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Synops screamed in terror, covering his eyes.
The stallion ignored him and ripped the mares intestines out of her. She was still alive, but barely, and this just added to her torture. He stuck his penis into her intestines and also raped them, then suddenly pulled out a lighter and set fire to her innards. They went alight surprisingly fast and easily.
Eventually, after he’d raped her intestines, he stomped on her guts to put out the fire, then started snorting the ashes that were produced from it inside her gut. At this point, I vomited all over the ground next to me.
I got up, but my legs felt weak and I was struck with nausea. I felt sick and awful. The mare was seconds from death and instead of screaming, she was now reduced to producing a quiet gurgling noise that was painful to listen to.
Again, the stallion did something even sicker. He grabbed her flank and ripped both sides of it apart, then stuck his head up into her distended anus and started eating her from the inside out.
Despite how weak my legs felt, I turned to run. Synops ran to. We sprinted back through the forest while the psychopathic stallion was fixated on the mare he’d just mutilated. But suddenly, we heard him scream out in anger.
We started galloping faster through the eerie darkness. All we had to see with was our torches, but they were shaking around in our mouths too much as we ran to be able to be used properly. We didn’t know exactly where we were running; we just wanted to get away from that stallion.
Suddenly I tripped over a decaying tree trunk that lay on the forest floor. The tree trunk was soft and collapsed in as I fell on it.
“Fuck, now my face is covered in tree sap!” I shouted.
Synops helped me up, but as we were about to start running again, he took a step back and gagged.
“What is it?” I asked.
He pointed at the ground. I glanced down at the tree trunk and saw that it was full of decapitated ponies heads!
Out of nowhere, the tree trunk was suddenly dragged quickly across the forest floor towards some bushes. We looked just in time to see some rope that it was being pulled by and to our fear, the stallion emerged from behind those bushes.
He reached down, grabbed one of the heads, bit the teeth out of its mouth and started chewing on them.
“I told you to rape her!” he screamed at me.
I was speechless.
“I…why would I rape her?” I responded meekly.
He viciously threw the head at me, then out of nowhere galloped at me as fast as lightning. He bucked my nose with his front hooves, but I had a bit of fighting experience and decided to fight this psychopath. I bucked his jaw with my right-front hoof as hard as I could, dislocating it.
Synops stepped away in fear as the stallion grabbed his jaw and relocated it.
“Looks like you know how to fight” he grinned.
“Who the hell are you?!” I asked him.
“Me?” he said casually. “I’m the stallion who’s gonna kill you”.
I started feeling horrified as he pulled out a pistol. He aimed it at us as he stepped over to some nearby bushes and pulled a freshly dead body from out of it. He dragged it over to us and put it in front of me. It was a middle-aged mare.
“Get down on your knees and put your mouth on her mouth!” he told me firmly.
“Wha…what?!” I gasped.
He put the gun to my head.
“Do it now, fucker!” he screamed.
I felt more scared than I’d ever been in my life. I reluctantly did what he said and got down on my knees and held my face over the mares head and her still open eyes. The smell of death was in the air and it was abhorrent.
“Put your lips to her lips” he grunted.
I took a deep breath and did it. A second later, he stomped on her stomach. Almost immediately, this weird juicy substance came exploding out of her mouth and straight into mine. I vomited all over her face as the repugnant taste filled my mouth.
“Oh…oh god!” I screamed as I collapsed onto my side.
I glanced at Synops and saw a look of disgust and horror on his face. The stallion grabbed the mares body and while still aiming the gun at me, put his mouth to hers and sucked out what juices remained.
He pushed her away seconds later, licking his lips, then looked up at the sky.
“Goodbye” he told us, then sprinted off into the woods.
My entire body was still trembling with disgust. Synops walked over to me and put out his hoof. He looked like he was feeling awkward and also looked like he felt queezy.
“Do you want a hoof up?” he asked me.
“No, I’m…”
I coughed heavily, then vomited a bit more on the grass next to me. I started coughing more and spat on the ground furiously, trying to get rid of the worst possible taste that I could ever imagine.
“That…stallion is sick” I gasped after a few moments.
I slowly stood up on shaky legs and once again vomited. Synops patted my back.
“That psychopath might come back” he warned me in an anxious tone. “We need to leave. Now”.
I nodded.
“You’re right” I spluttered.
I went to the nearest tree and plucked some leaves off of it with my mouth, chewed them up and spat them on the ground.
“It takes away that God awful taste a bit” I explained to Synops.
At first we walked, but after I’d recovered my composure a bit we broke out into a run. We ran towards the road through the forest and climbed up the bank, then sat down on the side of the road.
“I can’t do this all night” I panted.
Suddenly, headlights flashed in the distance. I immediately shot up and we jumped high in the air and screamed as loud as we could.
It pulled over just up ahead and we sprinted over to it.
“There’s a stallion in the woods who raped and murdered a mare!” I said, panting heavily.
He nodded casually.
“Hop in” he told us.
I climbed into the back of his cart, but as I turned to look at Synops, I saw him suddenly turn and sprint back into the woods.
“Synops?!? Where are you going?!” I screamed out to him.
He didn’t answer. He just kept sprinting into the darkness.
“Get in. If that stallion’s the stallion I’m thinking of, he’s dead if he’s going back in the forest”.
I reluctantly stepped into the cart and sat down on it, trying to understand what was going on.
“What…what just happened…” I panted.
“That was an infamous rapist that lives around here” he told me. “He brutally rapes and murders all the mares he sees”.
I immediately thought of Marey.
“It’s weirder what he does to the stallions though” he said grimly.
“What does he do?” I spluttered.
His stomach rumbled.
“I’m feeling hungry” he said, ignoring my question, and stopped the cart. “Look, can you open the trunk of my cart and grab a basket of apples I have in there?” he asked me.
“Oh. Yeah, sure” I said.
I went to get out of the cart, thoughts spinning in my head, when I noticed a cell phone on the floor. I was confused to see Synops’ cell phone number on the interface, so I picked it up. A call had been made to him a while ago. I don’t know why, but I put the phone up to my ear and listened to the conversation that had been made, which was recorded on the cell phone.
I heard the stallion pulling the cart say that Marey was as good as dead, and that his ‘acquaintance’ was wearing her skin!
I was shocked and confused.
“What? Is that my cell phone?” the stallion in the cart asked awkwardly.
I stood staring at the phone, then raced around to the trunk of the cart. I opened it and there lay Marey, exactly as she was in the photo, except she’d been skinned. Next to her lay the psychopathic stallion, who was wearing her skin and fur like it was a full-body cloak, except he had the skin on her head down like it was a hood. He was anally raping her dead body furiously.
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t get chance to say anything. The boot slammed down on my head and without warning I was thrown in there.
The trunk slammed shut and within seconds, the cart began moving again. Laying in the darkness, just a few inches from a murderous psychopath, I started freaking out. The psychopathic stallion spoke.
“I saw her get out to pee. She killed my pet ants in their ant hill, so I killed her and fooled you two into thinking I was her. Your other friend ran off and I know that because I saw through a small hole in the trunk. But that's ok. At least I have you two”.
I started hyper-ventilating.
“And one more thing” he uttered in the darkness.
He leant in close to me.
“That weed you dropped in your cart. It smelt good. It was a shame I had to leave without saying where I was going. Now get your flank in a comfy position”.
NOTICE: As of 13/08/12 after listening to my friends friends recording of himself reading this fan-fic (which can be found here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZGSdgyQg0E ) I realised that my fan-fic contained heaps of mistakes. I've now fixed these mistakes, however.
